Walking through a balmy
Autumn night
Underneath a luminous
Pallid moonstone’ rising

Scents of lavender air
And scattered pale rose clouds
Frame my tangerine skies
Each held in golden moments

Soft, low sounds of
Waning summer crickets
And clicking grasshoppers
All sounds are on-call

I return to my walk
In wonder of my own insignificance
An autumn sunset walk
I hope — in hope

Celtic bells sound to me
My spirit calls
You are here
I am